On an old dusty road,
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He made his way
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To try to get home,
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He slaved all day,
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In such dirty clothes,
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He wore rags.
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That's all that we have.
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But the things he made were with his hands,
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And the things that he made were made to last,
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And just one of these things that he made was a man.
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He will say that, I am.
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I wanna know where to go to from here.
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I wanna know where it leads.
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I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear.
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And I wanna know where it leads.
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I wanna know where to go to from here,
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I wanna know where it leads,
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I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear,
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And I need to know what it leaves me.
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I wanna know where to go to from here.
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I wanna know where it leads.
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I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear.
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And I wanna know where it leads.
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I wanna know where to go to from here,
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I wanna know where it leads,
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I'm far away gambling with all I've held dear,
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And I need to know what it leaves me.
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Lost
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Hurt |